Stereotyping

I am involved with a leadership program on campus, and every Thursday we have "labs" where we discuss leadership traits and how to enhance our leadership abilities. Yesterday had to have been on of the more eye-opening labs we have done thus far. It was titled: "The Game of Life"

We were given an random identity of which we had no insight into. Identity factors such as race, physical appearance, income-level, gender, state of health, and physical disability were unknown to us. The name tag worn carried symbols that the "mentors" only knew. Our job was to go through life and do things like get a degree, a car, a job, a living space, get married, etc. My life was not the easiest. I was denied a car, a job, and I couldn't find a spouse. I tried my luck with practically every single person in the room. The judge at the marriage booth said that no one would be able to take care of me. So I had money and a degree, but was still treated so poorly by people all around me.

It turns out I was a handicapped, middle-income, attractive woman. The entire exercise was obviously over-dramatic and exaggerated, but the purpose was certainly understood: We pass judgements on people's ability and personality without even getting to know them.

Sterotyping...it's everywhere.
And it is so accepted in our culture. We grow up watching movies and reading books that engrain stereotypes into our mind so that it's nearly impossible to forget what we already assume about a person.

As much as I'd like to admit that I don't stereotype - I am as guilty as anyone. I unconsciously label people before I even know their name. This is not to say that I instantly dislike certain people, but let's be honest, certain ideas about certain people naturally come to mind at first glance.

That is exactly what needs to change. How can we go through life making assumptions about people we know nothing about? It's not fair. Everyone deserves an equal opportunity to express their character without speculation that they are, or should be a certain way.

It's time for our generation to stop this. It is a sickening idea to think about how we simply throw people into categories before taking the time to know or understand them. There needs to be a shift in our initial reaction of others. We need to recognize their strengths and appreciate what they have to offer. Without acceptance, what will our world become? A hateful, judgmental, and frightening place to live.

So everyone (all 2 of you who follow my blog), the next time you meet someone new, do your best to set aside all judgements, and really try to see the good in them...they might just surprise you.

Love always,

Taylor Anne

Happiness

It has been so long since I've sat down to take the time to write. My life's become pretty hectic within the past month, but boy am I grateful for all of the curveballs. I haven't necessarily enjoyed all of the difficulties, but I have certainly learned from them. It's strange to think that I'm sitting here writing on this blog that maybe one person looks at. I just don't always know what to write about, and I have this constant fear of not choosing the "right" topic (or even having a topic for that matter). So, I guess, now onto fear (well, maybe that wasn't too difficult).

I'm trying to work on not being so scared about things that I don't have that much control over...What people think of me? How successful will I be in the future? Will I get married? I mean, really Taylor Anne? It's pretty much all figured out already, I just haven't seen the results for it.
I also have a fear of deciding what I'm going to do in the future. I have so many interests and want to be successful, but more than anything I just want to be happy. It's funny to think of how my hopes and dreams have changed and shifted since the days of monkey bars and sleepovers. Given any opportunity to make a wish, I'd close my eyes so I couldn't see a hint of light and wish, wish, wish to have a cute boyfriend and be super successful. Funny how now those things couldn't make a lick of difference in my life.
For starters, a cute boyfriend? I mean, come on y'all...I'm a young college girl who is trying to figure out some very crucial things in her life right now. My day starts at 8am and ends at about 2am, I hardly have time to take care of myself much less an XY chromosome. I am not saying that I wouldn't like to have a boyfriend, but in all honesty I haven't really met anyone who I believe could handle me. It's not that it wouldn't be nice to have a boyfriend, but I have so much more to learn about myself and about this world -I've got some time.
And secondly, success. My definition of success has changed so greatly. I used to think that success meant fame and fortune, but I've come to realize that that isn't even close to correct. Both fame and fortune can destroy a person. I mean, more power to you if you've got them both (again, like the boyfriend, I really wouldn't mind), but you've got to make sure that you're happy. Plain and simple.

So that brings me to my something that I've thought about recently...the changes in my wishes. Now every time it's 11:11 or I'm blowing out the candles on my birthday, I again close my eyes so tight and send up a prayer. Not for a cute boyfriend and money, but rather, for happiness. That's all. I just want to be happy. If that means working for a non-profit and making barely minimum wage, so be it. On the other hand, if it means making millions and running the world, that's not so bad either.
Let's just say I've gotten my priorities a bit straighter since my seventh birthday, who knew?

I love love

It is that time of year again - Valentine's Day.
Every lovebird's dream come true and every single lady's worst nightmare. Although I am riding the single train this year, I'm still looking forward to a day that is completely devoted to love. I mean think about it, there's really nothing better than love. It's an incredible connection you have with someone and you just swoon over each other. (I mean, who doesn't want to be swooned-over!) I will say that I'm not that naive, and I do know that love comes with it's road bumps. There will be fights and there will most certainly be tears, but in the end, you'll end up closer than you ever were (usually).
As corny as this sounds, I see ropes as a symbol of relationships. When the rope breaks or tears, you have to tie it in a knot to get it back together, and the result of the knot, is that the ends of the rope become closer. Now that I've gone on my little relationship tangent, let's get back to love.
I simply adore it. If only there was a boy out there who I found remotely attractive (personality and looks), I might just have a valentine. It's just that college mentality I guess. The first year boys want nothing to do with relationships, while I'm the relationship kind of girl. And the older boys who are dateable usually have girlfriends already, surprise, surprise. So I guess I'm just going to have to wait it out for a wall street-working man to come my way.
But really, who needs a man anyway. I know that I am perfectly capable of living a perfectly happy life (for the time being) and being able to love myself just as much as any other guy would love me. That's what I've learned thus far - and it's the cold hard truth ladies: You've got to love yourself before you can let a guy love you. Because, if he's not the one, then one day he might be gone and you will still be with yourself and you'll need to shower yourself with the love you deserve.
Now, I'm not saying all of this to be a downer, it's just one of those things I've learned the hard way that I can't even stress enough.

Love yourself before you love anyone else

With that being said, enjoy the love in the air and let it seep into you through osmosis if you need it.
Or just screw it and pop open a bottle of vino, watch some Legally Blonde, and eat. And if you're feeling ambitious, wear a little something red. And please, remember - to all those sassy and single ladies - there's a guy out there for you, and he's going to be better than you've ever expected.

xoxo
taadams

Destined

I'm having trouble figuring out my place here. It's not that I'm being all emo or anything, just recently, I've become confused with my purpose. I work so hard everyday to succeed and it's gotten to the point that I'm just over-exerting myself.
I guess I just need to learn to love myself more. I'm pretty sure that's the root of it all. I need to discover what I have to offer and I need to realize that God has put something spectacular inside of me. I'm destined to do something great with my life. I just need to remember that. And so do you.

It's hard to keep your head up these days. With all the competition and stress to be perfect. But who is perfect anyway?

you are.

you are perfectly made.

Don't ever forget that you have an incredible life ahead of you where you will do incredible things.

That's something we always seem to forget, but it is most certainly something that we must try to remember.